Goldentreee

“He rejected me in front of the entire pack… because she stole my scent.”

Nobody wants a rejected Omega.

Ayla Riverwinddoesn’t care anymore. She's done waiting for fate. As Northmoon Pack’s healer, she’s content in the shadows—until the day her world burns.

Her best friend, ‘Cassia’, uses forbidden scentbinding magic to steal Ayla’s identity and claim her mate—high-ranking Alpha ‘Darius’—as her own. Publicly rejected, shackled in silver, and tortured with wolfsbane, Ayla is cast into a dungeon and marked feral. The rejection was meant to break her.

Instead, it awakens something ancient inside her. When she escapes into the Outlands, Ayla meets ‘Rylan Stormblade’—a rogue healer with secrets carved into his skin and knowledge of a lost ritual that may restore her scent... or kill her.

But Ayla’s scent is no longer just hers. It burns through the bond realm, ripping through the senses of one wolf in particular—’Kael Valerius’, the Alpha King. His wolf goes feral when her scent touches the wind, but he already has a Luna.

Now hunted by Alphas who want her dead, claimed by a King she doesn’t trust, and stalked by a prophecy that says “the next Luna will break the throne or bless it”, Ayla must rise—not as someone’s mate…but as the Luna they tried to erase.

Rejected By The Alpha, Desired By The King

The wolves she brought with her didn't blink.

Their threads glowed faint blue—the color of tampering. Not just scent magic. This was deeper. A name-level override. The kind of spell you needed a high Seer's bone for.

Cassia had gotten bold and desperate

I stood at the edge of the fire, blood drying on my palm, my body still shaking from the spell I'd just cast. Not a bond flare. Not magic.

But the wolves couldn't smell it yet. They only smelled her.

Cassia wore white, but the threads that crawled across her arms were red. Thin as silk, humming with the energy of stolen lineage.

"You want to play queen?" she asked, eyes glowing faintly. "Fine. But you forgot something."

42: ASH VERSUS SILK